That evening, from a rowboat in a quiet lagoon, Amy and Shadow watched the sunset.
"I feel bad not knowing your name" Shadow said.
"Maybe I could guess." He started listing names.
"Is it Mildred? Diana? Rachel?" Amy shooed her head. Then Silver, who was keeping a close eye on the King's daughter, went to the side of the rowboat and whispered her name into Shadow's ear.
"Amy?" The Prince asked.
She nodded and took his hand. Shadow leaned in. Amy closed her eyes, and . . . SPLASH!
